9/11, sitting in English class. Right before the bell rang for English, this kid came in and goes "hey something weird happened in the city, a plane hit the Twin Towers"
This was one of those odd kids in the class who had a reptuation for the past 11 years of saying things for shock value. The bell rang and we sat down.
All I could think about was going to Disney World. I was supposed to leave on Friday, the fourteenth. It was my sixteenth birthday present from my parents, a week in Disney with the family, planned entirely by yours truely.
An announcement came on that a plane had hit the WTC. We weren't given anymore information, until the second tower was hit. When they fell, another announcement came on. Our school was very careful not to tell us anything until it was absolutely confimred. We had TV sets in each classroom hooked up to cable, and the school purposely shut them off so that we couldn't watch and be distracted.
They forgot that we had two computers in each classroom hooked up to cable internet. We spent the periods following on cnn.com, not being able to pay attention. I ran out of my English class in shock, not knowing how to process the information.
Sad thing is, first thought in my head: "will I be able to go to Disney?". I felt terrible about that. I continued to make a big deal of it for the rest of the week. I felt like my world was crashing down around me after that day, I needed normalcy, I needed pixie dust.
I remember calling my aunt and my father, who were both in the city. Cell phones weren't working.
My boyfriends mother picked us up from school. On the way home I heard the loud roar of a US Air Force plane. I was quite jittery, considering the fact we were told that all air traffic was cancelled. I would hear that sound for the rest of the week.
I finally got home and turned on the television. Upon seeing the footage for the first time, I fell to the floor and started crying hysterically. That's when it finally hit me. To this day when I see that footage, I cry. I cannot help it. That is my city. To anyone, especially New Yorkers, that attack on our country hit hard. The WTC was something I saw countless times in my life. It was something that i grew up seeing at least once a month. To think that it wouldnt be there anymore...to think that all those innocent people were killed.
I was not myself for a long time after that. I knew of many who were personally affected, I knew many who lost parents. My cousins/uncles are all NYC firefighters. I will never forget that day and the months following.